I, Grand Preceptor Wen, guard the borders of the Great Shang, bearing a burden that weighs a thousand jin. King Zhou's realm is teetering in the storm, yet all he does is seek pleasure with Daji, leaving state affairs to me. I often feel like I can hardly breathe. One thought can lead to heaven, the next to hell: at times I set my sights on great things, and at others I just lie flat in despair. Fortunately, every night I have three good wives to play mahjong with me, helping me forget all my troubles. I might as well keep muddling along like this. But at home, that wicked Daji is stirring up trouble, while outside, Jiang Ziya, that tireless harbinger of doom, keeps closing in. Now I can't even enjoy mahjong. Oh, I really don't want to go to work in this Great Shang dynasty. What am I supposed to do...
